Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.